Your touch ignites something in me.

It leaves me breathless.

It leaves a sense that I'm still alive and breathing

But you soon leave me cold and winded.

Your smell is what I look for in the air.

I urge for the sent of coffee and cigarettes.

Not the smell of cheap perfume and ***.

Your sight is impeccable.

You told me it was love at first sight.

Then straight after you serenading that young waitress with your lies.

Your taste was a delightful bliss.

The feeling of your full lips was my sweet escape.

That's why I expected the cherry lip gloss still lingering from nights before while you thought I was sleeping.

Your hearing is what amazed me the most.

Even though you heard me sobbing constantly into my pillow you ignored.

All you did was give me that reassuring smile that you thought could fix anything.

Oh, were you so ******* wrong.